Yep. He didn't like the rain. 

Ruli hunched over as it fell like ice on him, seeping in through his head cover and clothing. It was meant to keep the sun off of him, and keep him cool in the desert. It had nothing against cold rain and weather. Mood soiling, he kept quiet, following Kire back to the edge of the slums where they hid behind the wall and took themselves back to the mountains.

It was warmer, at least, but he was damp and annoyed. He didn't answer her question about Envy, figuring the woman knew he'd be happy. What giant, hermit elf with dozens of adopted orphans didn't like receiving a box of tobacco to smoke in a cave?
"That was my first experience." Ruli answered her. "I'm not a fan."

"You are back!" Ysaryn's voice sounded as she glided in, her fuschia gaze moving quickly to the coffee and tobacco. Her countenance lit up. "Oooh! Looks like you had fun!" 
Ruli only grunted at her, suddenly very much wishing that he had extra, dry clothing to change into. Instead, he slipped his feet from the boots and sat by the hearth for warmth. 
Ysaryn tilted her head, studying them both. "Storm?" She grinned wickedly. "I miss storm. It rained here one moon ago. Very loud." She purred, before crouching next to Ruli. She held out her hand, and he fished into his tunic and handed her the small satchel of coins. She weighed it before tucking it away and rising again.